Tonart: Bb major
Intro 1
F#
A
F#
A
F#
A
F#
A
F#
D#m
It's just
Verse 1
another day,
drowning my troubles with a forty
B
That's when I got the call from
D#m
this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew
F#
at, said we could do whatever
She got a crew too and said
D#m
that we should get together
F#
I said, "Aight, just call me back in a hour
So I can take a shower and gather
Then I hung up the horn
F#
B
And I thought to my self
Em
D#m
Cause this trick ain't pick up the phone
B
F#
to call me in years (Why?)
D#m
Ever since I left the ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling what her friends
putting up in her ears
Ideas of setting me up I'm
D#m
(Checkit out, Son) So we take
F#
the gats for pre cautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn
C#
D#m
, home of the coffin
She might got a whole batallion of
D#m
Waiting for us to get up off the train
and surround us
Or maybe I'm blowing
this shit out of proportion
F#
D#m
But this shit do happen to niggas very often
So fuck it, a nigga gotta do
My crew got my back,
D#m
fuck the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers
F#
The bitch called, my blood curdled
D#m
Told me to meet her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza,
B
we're waiting for the G train
F#
We put a plan together,
D#m
just in case the beef came
Now we Bed Stuy bound
F#
D#m
Far from home and on unknown ground
But together we six deep,
with five heats, nothing sweet
B
First nigga fronting getting lifted
D#m
off his fucking feet
It took eternity,
we reached our destination
B
My heartbeat is racing like
F#
D#m
a cardiac patient
We finally got to Myrtle
F#
outside the train station
B
F#
I saw not a soul,
D#m
told my peoples to be patient
But hold up, that's when a black
caravan rolled up
F#
My legs then froze up,
B
D#m
I grabbed my pound
Told my man,
B
"Eyes open cause it might go down"
F#
Said he don't like the way the shit
D#m
is starting to sound
Evey angle of the car was
F#
smoked out and tinted
D#m
So we couldn't tell if the enemy was in it
It might have been TNT, I wasn't
trying to wait and see, we
F#
D#m
Jetted thru Marcy cause D's
ain't bagging me
Word Son, they got us on the run,
D#m
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Verse 2
F#
Trife life got me thinking like an animal
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt,
F#
What can kill you is what you don't know
Verse 3
F#
B
you're on your way to your girl's crib
D#m
But the bitch live in the Bridge
You ain't really sweating it,
F#
cause little do you know
B
D#m
The niggas in the Bridge
be setting it
You thought you was safe and tried
B
F#
to walk the back streets without heat
D#m
On the 41st Side of 12th Street
The side where niggas
don't give a fuck
F#
The side where if you come through fronting,
kid you getting bucked
D#m
B
On your way, to apartment 3A
F#
B
With a phat herringbone,
F#
D#m
let him slide, no days
Son get the heat,
B
cause I'm about to stick him
F#
(Fuckthat shit, yo if that nigga front,
B
Aight bet, so just hold it down
While I cock back the long
You're upstairs boning,
B
not knowing that I'm scheming
F#
Just the right time kid,
D#m
it's twelve in the evening
You're leaving out the building as
B
you kiss your girl goodbye
Thought you was safe and got
D#m
caught by sur prised
F#
"What's goin on?", as I reply
"Shut the fuck up and don't make
D#m
this to another homicide"
He tried to play tough so I
F#
Even though I took his life,
D#m
all I wanted was his chain
Come through truck without heat,
When you in the projects keep
your fingers on the trigger
D#m
But fuck that we're juxing, if you got
B
F#
what we like you gets tooken
D#m
Put you on your back, send you on your way,
yo good looking
F#
Now we catching a cab to Halsey
& Lewis in Brooklyn
Getting tore up from the floor
D#m
up, hit the dress store up
B
Got the 80-0 in case a nigga wanna roll up
D#m
Get your motherfucking shit swoll up
Now it's back to Queens
to serve fiends
F#
Making G's by any means,
D#m
Sipping Hennessey,
with my mind on some crime shit
F#
B
One-time searching searching
F#
D#m
me but never ever find shit
It's the everyday,
get the loot then breeze
B
F#
Though my goal is to leave outta state,
push ki's
D#m
But all this bullshit holding me down,
Fuck a 9-to-5,
D#m
I get the loot with ease
Don't even need a degree
to earn a six-digit figure
figure
F#
D#m
I get mines slinging on
the corner with my niggas
Pulling the trigger when
F#
Cause a nigga worse enemy is fear
F#
Check it out, check it out, check it out, yo
Verse 4
D#m
Trife life got me thinking like an animal
D#m
no doubt, no doubt yo
F#
What can kill you is what you don't know
Outro 1
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